Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

She's Drunk! Raegan's delicate face pressed against Mitchel's neck, a reaction born of sheer surprise.
A female cleaner was standing outside the elevator entrance.
Because she assumed that nobody would use the elevator at this late hour of the day, she got lazy and opted to use the VIP
elevator.
She hadn't expected to run into Mitchel and Raegan.
Startled, the cleaner immediately began apologizing upon seeing Mitchel and Raegan.
Mitchel's eyes darkened but remained = silent, efficiently closing the elevator doors.
The cleaner clutched her heart, unable to shake off the image of the disheveled Raegan in Mitchel’s arms.
Raegan's neck was burning hot.
The cleaner was relieved not to receive any reprimand.
Meanwhile, Raegan's face was flushed, the shock helping to sober her up from the lingering effects of alcohol.
The impulsive actions were now sinking in, and she couldn't escape the mental image of what they must have looked like - both
thrilling and embarrassing.
After Mitchel brought her into the ward, Raegan, hoping to avoid facing the situation, decided to feign sleep.
However, Mitchel had other plans.
He gently shook her, whispering, "Wake up.
It’s time for a shower.” Eyes shut, Raegan pretended to sleep, hoping to avoid the awkwardness.
Mitchel suddenly stopped, and the room fell into silence.
Just as Raegan secretly started to rejoice, Mitchel surprised her by picking her up from the couch and placing her under the
warm water, tenderly helping her wash away the night's events.
Raegan couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer because she couldn't stop trembling.

She gently opened her blurry eyes and internally recoiled at the intimate position.
She whispered, her voice muffled by the steam, "I can handle it myself...” Under the warm, yellow light, Mitchel locked eyes with
her.
He said in a low, husky voice, "I know you are tired.
I can help you take a bath." Raegan's cheeks turned even more crimson, and tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head.

get cold, Mitchel reached out and turned on the warm water tap. They spent the night together, every corner of the hospital room bore witness to the intensity and rediscovery of their love. Mitchel finally brought Raegan to the bathroom to clean her up, and she was too fatigued to refuse. The following morning, Raegan woke up well into the afternoon. Her body ached profoundly as if it had undergone a complete disassembly and reassembly, a weariness that surpassed the toll of staying awake for several consecutive nights. Attempting to rise, she found her muscles protesting, a stern reminder not to push too hard. Although she was alone in bed, Raegan noticed the telltale indentation beside her and the faint

of pain, she went out nothing. However, a single thought dominated her mind, Alcohol had clouded her mind! She couldn't help but exclaim internally, "Ah! I should refrain from drinking anymore!” Her mind felt like a chaotic jumble, stirred beyond recognition. Raegan was at a loss for what to do. She tried to assess the situation. Lifting her sore arms, she saw hickeys. She lifted the quilt only to reveal a more embarrassing scene. Shocked, she realized she and Mitchel

through her hair and said, "Give me a minute. I'll drive you there.” Unwilling, Raegan made up an excuse. "Forget it. Your condition..." Before she could finish her words, Mitchel leaned in and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think everything that happened last night is proof enough that I'm in good condition?" Raegan blushed deeply. Mitchel couldn't